Everything went quiet—deadly quiet.

Amy's last grunt and scream faded into silence, and the lights flickered off, plunging the hallway into darkness.

You stood frozen, your heart pounding in your chest, until your gaze fell on Amy's lifeless body sprawled on the ground.

A chill ran through you, and just as you were about to take a step forward, you heard running footsteps approaching.

Before you could react, a figure suddenly grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into a dark room.

You whimpered softly, your heart racing, and hesitated for a moment before looking up.

Relief washed over you when you realized it was Crystal.

But something felt off.

Her hands were smeared with blood, and her arms bore fresh scars.

She pulled back slightly but kept her hands on your shoulders, her eyes searching your face for signs of injury.

“Are you okay, Sonic? You’re not hurt, are you?” she asked, her voice laced with worry as she scanned you for any injuries.